Crook Poems - Poems about Crook

A crook brook soaked my books

Today's rain is more of a doom,
But why not just spare my own room?
You just poured in without a shame
So, who will then take this your blame?

Tho', where I live is a jungle,
My life needs not be this bungled,
Because this flood was just a lot,
This is not just based on my thought.

Its' anger was unleashed

ORGANISED CHAOS

Of the created lot, Am the meandering one,
A mass of battling red,
Am always on a steady diet
Ever since the mothers bred.

Chemicals galore in profound reacts
When devils dare to tread,
The flames crack like the daring sun
And cells suffer a wreck.

Parts are fed with signals released,
Castles on the air are built,
Images form with colors bright
Traces of the

GAMBOLLING WITH THE SHEPHERDs CROOK

Gambolling along as ewe do, happy and carefree.
Ewe’d do it all over again, in the greening esprit.

Gambolling in full wool, unaware of morrow’s snip.
Ewe see only what is in fashion, not the future clip.

Gambolling with the Shepherd’s crook, behaving baa-dly.
Ewe do you, follow the sheepish crowd gladly.

Gambolling off a cliff, unless the one snatched from

Start Reading Some Book

Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...

Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At

Christmas Crook

Last Christmas Eve, I met a man who was homeless, he was all alone.
I made a serious mistake when I decided to let him stay in my home.
My family and I woke up on Christmas morning and we were sad.
We started crying because that man stole every present we had.
We woke up to a tree

Readmission

The man they had remembered:
Was the smart guy dismembered:
The chap they'd shown Exit Door;
Saved not A - Shall Be - Washed Ashore...

Quiet but tricky Gordon,
A lot irked by his burden,
Thus choosing The Damned Short Road,
So as to self save gross load:
With Satan's ready assistance
Won't have to go the distance...

So, they had said to him shame;
Now,

A Land Without a Single Crook

A land without a single crook,
Because criminals they don't brook:
They'd out fish them with a hook
Relying in their roguish look...

A District without a Half Crook
Battered eyes to one make a spook
And as unpleasant as damned gooks...
The criminal, without fail, cooks
First claiming that he lives took

Then, high time petty that you forsook
No one has got wings

Those Who Drink Bound To Sink

I met a man in pink,
Who chose to freely think
That those who often drink
Are bound to sadly sink:
“No braving it to a brink;
With no sure shores a link!”  
But while just this saying
Made with his glass a clink
And for a day graying
Did not quite snatch the wink
I’d espied in his look
But still stung then

A Crook of a Cook

After a momentary look
And a longer one I took
At the size of her ordered wood,
While I, still stood,
I surrounded that our cook
Is some sure crook,
Her motives a completely readable book,
Her inner spirit reached with my hook…

And in her spirit saw I not a spook
But upon what I stumbled thrice shook:
I’d swear at a shrine A

The Crook

I'm tired of pretending
I'm perfect inside
When really I'm a monster
With secrets to hide. 

I band-aid my emotions.
I filter the way I look 
I expect to feel authentic 
When really I'm a crook.

I'm tired of pretending
I'm ready to break free
I don't want to be a monster
I just want to be me.

Ken Thinks He's Crook

I got a phone call from a mate of mine I hadn't seen for years,
and I could tell by his quivered voice that he was close to tears
so I asked Ken what is wrong then heard his voice that shook , 
“Oh cripes! I think I've had it ‘cause I've never felt so crook”.

Course on

Half Way Crook

So much hatred spewed but very few see.
True colors and nature of this little one to be.
Small and tiny his stature is so.
But from the lips a mighty wind does blow.

Self-righteous and blocked by many ports
A little man’s complex of sorts.
Fueled by the need for fame and clout.
But in this small simple mind there is

Hard These Days For a Crook

It’s hard these days for a crook.
Go anywhere around and take a look.
Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry.
They all closed up and got security.
Not even restaurants for him to rob,
and at the grocers’ Lordy - what a mob!

It’s hard these days for a thief.
I wonder how he’s finding his relief.
Folks he used to rob

By Hook Or By Crook

I am that lone wolf
Coming by with that look
My inner mind in a shelf
That horrid stare I took
I must save myself
By hook or by crook

I am that one alien
With an eye for detail
Lost in the Mediterranean
Alive in the form of a male
Boiling the ocean
I would never fail
By hook or by crook

I am that lonely eagle
Waiting

Not a Crook

I am not a crook
 just close your eyes, don't look,
these others that surround me make all the mistakes
 that's why I don't give, I only secretly take
and if you give me time
 there is a leader here to find.

Fake news to the left of me
 the base to the right praise me on their

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